warning: do not read this fic if you like capitilisation.
lucky on a starlit night
to be honest, i'm just another of those pretty little liars.
i mean, i'm rather adept at spinning webs of deception.
so talented, in fact, i could possibly enter a talent contest with telling lies as my act.
i like being able to lie.
i like being pretty.
i like boys staring after me in the streets and corridors.
and i simply adore the fact that my sister is amazing.
i worry about her, though.
she's so young and innocent and i've seen the way she stares after lysander scamander like he lights up her whole world.
i'm worried for her because she's so young and naïve and she has this idealised picture of everything and the world and love.
she's going to have her heart broken by lysander, i just know it.
meanwhile i'm suffering over a certain boy with talented fingers and a voice that has me shivering.
i don't understand why my nickname is 'lucky girl'.
starlit nights don't bring me luck and boys don't fall at my feet.
at least, not the boy i want to.
i'm just pretending with my flirty mask tied on neatly.
pretending not to notice lysander staring wistfully after me.
pretending not to hear lucy crying at night and whimpering his name in her sleep.
pretending not to care when lorcan embraces lily and kisses her neatly.
i'm lying and lying to everyone until i believe myself.
oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.
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